You really don't. As the chief mourners, other people gotta take care of you. That's how it is supposed to work.

This needed repeating.

On the lighter side, you know how people threaten to move to Canada if they don't like the results of an election? Well, Canada (one part of it, actually) is preemptively offering a refuge.

There is a bit of a stink here because apparently the website is owned by a federally funded economic development agency. And.Cape Breton, while lovely in many ways (except for the hellhole armpit I grew up in), has chronic unemployment in the double digits. Half the population has moved to Alberta for work.

Well, it was a nice idea. And since I don't think anyone's ever actually moved to Canada (or anywhere else, most likely) because of an election, I doubt many people would seriously consider it.

And I still like to remember the guy who, after Obama's first election, said he'd be moving to Australia because their president was a righteous Christian man ... overlooking the fact that (1) they had a prime minister who (2) was a woman who was (3) an atheist and a lesbian. (I think ... I may well be wrong)

Exactly what country do they intend to move to that's less inclined to Socialism, gun ownership restrictions, and keeping religion out of government?

The paradise of Somalia, according to Community.

I noticed they were not advertising "move here we have so many jobs". Sue. Which I would certainly need.

Note to self: it is easier and more satisfying to heat up soup at home and bring it in a thermos than to try to heat it up in a microwave in the office. If you aren't going to wash the desktop crockpot in time to use it.

Also, quit getting distracted by work and eat your lunch, it's getting cold.

BTW, I have a visible bruise on my hand now. My coworker thinks I am in a Sleep Fight Club. The first rule is don't talk in your sleep about sleep fight club, presumably.

Gosh, -t, you totally reminded me of last night.

CJ was feeling better and finally fell asleep on the couch around 6pm. I was doing my best to let him rest, but it was garbage night so I was gathering and getting it out to the garage. Jack, the dog, was trying to help and if I said anything to him, CJ would answer me from his sleep fog. I giggled and just finished what I needed to.

Later I was in the kitchen getting dinner and he wandered in, hugging a pillow and in that same sleep fog voice told me that Buffy was evil. I asked how and he said "well, she started off so cute and blond and nice and then she had to embrace the evil to fight the evil". Same sleep fog voice. I asked if he was awake or walking in his sleep. He just turned around and disappeared toward the couch again. He used to sleep walk/talk when he was MUCH, MUCH younger.

The funniest part was maybe 10 minutes later when I was upstairs talking with K-Bug. CJ appeared all bright eyed and jumping in the conversation. I asked if he remembered talking to me about Buffy and he had no clue. Goof.

He is currently submitting an application to work at the Trader Joe's that will be opening around the corner from us. PLEASE, PLEASE may they hire him.

Timelies all!

I know how I got the big bruise on my left hand. When I use the treadmill, I tend to swing my arms. Sometimes one of my hands connects with an arm rail. Yes, this has happened multiple times. I'm just that talented.

I worked at TJs way back when Joe Coulombe still owned it. It was a great job. Fingers crossed for CJ

A good friend of mine works at TJs and it is pretty much the happiest he has ever been in his working life...which is saying something.

Honestly, every time I see him, he literally says, "Oh. I have SO drunk the kool-aid." And then, he talks about all the perks he loves so much. Every. Time.